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Krishna Wanting The Moon

Mother, the moon I want as my toy.

I will roll on the floor,

Not come to your lap,

Nor have my hair-braid combed.

No longer will I be your childI will only be Nand baba's boy.

Listen son, come to

There's a secret from bal we can hide.

Hiding her smile,

Yasoda said,

I'll give you a brand new bride.

Quick then,

Mother,

I swear by youA wedding is what I'd like.

Translated by:

Kalaivani Retnavellu

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